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Wednesday, June 18, 2014

It was not an easy club to be in, but through the forceful
voice of my father and my mother’s excellent cooking magic, I was a proud
member of the Clean Plate Club for most of my life.

And for most of my life, I honestly thought this was
something my dad made up so that I would finish my food and make me feel like I
had been inducted into a secret society that was full of healthy people who had
eaten copious amounts of vegetables and pot roast.And eggs, in their entirety.

It was the morning of the fifth grade science fair.My father had requested fried eggs and as I
joined the breakfast table, I did my usual thing and dipped my toast into the
yellow yolk and left the white part on the plate.

He wasn’t so happy.Growing up in a family that barely got by, every ounce of food was
precious.“Eat the white,” he said.

“But daddy, I don’t like the white,” I replied which was
pretty stupid because there was no way I was going to win this battle.

“Look,” he said, taunting philosophy, “when you are served a
hard boiled egg, you only eat the white and not the yellow.Now you’ve got a fried egg and eat the yellow
and leave the white.It doesn’t make
sense and it’s wasteful.Eat it.”

My future as a scientist hung in the balance.The countless hours I spent drawing a poster
on the magnetism of the Earth was pretty important stuff…but was it more
important than forcing myself to eat the rubbery white part of a fried egg???

Mostly because I didn’t want to fail the fifth grade and I
knew for certain that I would be sitting at that table until I ate the egg,
even if it took three days.Eventually I
got it down (turns out it wasn’t that bad) and went on my way, having cleaned my
plate like a good little girl and kept my club membership.

Turns out my dad didn’t make it up at all.The Clean Plate Club was actually a concept
that started in 1917, went by the wayside, and then was reintroduced in 1947
when food was in short supply after World War II.The campaign encouraged children to leave no
scraps behind, to not be wasteful, and to take only what they could eat.Sound reasonable?

Today, some people think that the concept of the Clean Plate
Club is leading to childhood obesity due to our ever-increasing portion sizes
and psychological eating disorders.I
understand what they’re saying, but as a parent I find myself gently persuading
my children to join the high ranks of this esteemed organization because I have
learned that I just don’t appreciate wastefulness.

I couldn’t imagine how full the landfills would be,
overflowing with half-eaten eggs, if I had chosen my stubbornness over the
science fair.

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Karrie McAllister writes and mothers from Small Town, Ohio, where she is also in the running for having the most unrelated part time jobs. Her column, Dirt Don't Hurt, has appeared on numerous Web sites and newspapers since 2005, and this blog is how she keeps track of them all until she can publish another book. Contact her at KarrieMcAllister [at] aol.com